He Zhou felt as if every nerve in his brain had been seized instantly, rendering him unable to move. He gripped the phone tightly and gritted his teeth, saying, "What do you mean by this?"
"It means what it seems on the surface." He Jing lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a fan shape on her eyelids. Her small face was fair and beautiful, yet she seemed rather nonchalant. "Isn't that what Third Brother thinks?"
He Zhou certainly thought so. He wanted to surpass her in cooking skills, and the thought made him tremble with desire and his heart ache. However, her skill level made him feel inferior and hopeless. Even though he hated her, he had to admit that her cooking skills were amazing and admirable.
"While I think my cooking skills are decent, I've never considered myself the best in the world!" He Jing said calmly and slowly, "No matter what you do, if you slack off, it's like rowing against the current. The people who were good before will fall behind, and the people who weren't good will rise up. Surpassing someone might be a matter of a year, two months, or even a day. Only passion is the only path to the top."
"Now there is someone whose passion for cooking far surpasses mine, and whose dedication to research is more tenacious than mine. I feel a great sense of crisis, so I have to keep working hard. As long as he lives, I will have an inexhaustible source of motivation until one day I become the best chef in everyone's eyes. Isn't such a rival much more important than a nominal older brother?"
"Why should I worry about something as trivial as whether a brother who suddenly appeared out of nowhere loves me?"
"..."
His pupils contracted sharply, and He Zhou was completely speechless!
So that's what she was thinking.
It turns out she can also feel panic.
She was afraid of being surpassed, so she needed to identify a rival to spur herself on. And that chosen rival was him. Regardless of whether she acknowledged his abilities, she had embarked on the right path and would become increasingly excellent.
But he was still lingering in despair, resentment, and hopelessness.
How ridiculous!
Furthermore, why is he, an older brother who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, so arrogant, thinking that just because she lives in the He family, she must be approved by him?
Even if he doesn't approve, she can still live in the He family. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, the facts are clear: He Jing shares the same He family bloodline as him and has the same right to reside in the He family as he does.
"Okay, I understand." He Zhou closed his eyes, the anger that had been swelling in his body disappeared completely, replaced by a frantic desire to conquer. When he opened his eyes again, a dangerous, calm and dark light flickered in them. He smiled slightly and resumed his gentle and refined demeanor. "It was a pleasure talking to you. Let's wait and see who will become the best chef."
He Jing chuckled: "It should be me, Third Brother's talent is far inferior to mine."
He Zhou hung up the phone directly, leaving her with a busy signal.
Life is long, and those who are successful now may not necessarily have the last laugh.
He Jing put down the microphone, turned around, and met Yan Hanxi's eyes directly. She said irritably, "Please use your brain and stop slacking off here."
Yan Hanxi found it amusing, but couldn't help saying, "Your way of comforting people is really unique."
He Jing was speechless: "Which ear of yours heard me comforting someone?"
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